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A/N: OMG! Thanks for all the feedback, keep it coming! I am so happy! Alright, I wasn't going to update this soon, but since you guys all liked it so much I decided I would. Unfortunately, tomorrow I leave for camp and don't return until Friday. However, I will for sure be writing down there, so the next chapter (3rd) should be up on either Friday or Saturday.

Chapter Two: Power Walks and STD Aliens

The week of the "new kid" went by quickly, Logan proving to be quite the ladies man. He had already dated several people and had a long line waiting for the next dumping. All the girls found him irresistible, they couldn't get enough of him, yet there was one girl who was different. She didn't fawn over him and his trademark hair tousle did not cause her knees to buckle even a little (as far as he knew). She was with him on the paper, and from the first day was nothing but perfectly professional. She was a good professional too, her facade of politeness was quite convincing, but he could see past it. He saw her constant annoyance, and instead of turning him away it only intrigued him more. Logan Huntzberger liked a challenge, and he usually won them too.

"So, I was thinking of canceling my date with Jeff today," Madeline mused, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"Why?" Louise asked, her constant chomping of gum proving not to be an endearing trait, but one that made her just look like a rich bimbo. Rory was slightly eavesdropping on their conversation, amused by the daily "perils" of their lives.

"I can't go with Jeff because I just got a call from Matt, and he wants to go out," Madeline continued, looking down at her hand, carefully examining her nail bits.

"Well, which one is hotter?" Louise asked. Madeline answered immediately, not looking up from her hand.

"Matt,"

"That's easy, go with Matt. You need to think of your future Madeline. Which one would make better looking children?" Madeline looked up at her friend and smiled.

"You are so smart?"

"And shallow," Rory muttered, under which she hoped was her breath. Unfortunately she had spoken to loudly and Madeline and Louise turned to her, their perfectly groomed eye brows cocked.

"What did you say?" Louise asked.

"Well, isn't it a little shallow to only date a guy because of his looks? I mean, there's more than just physical appearances. Jesse McCartney has moved past looks, why do you still only want a 'pretty face',"

"Okay, first of all, have you seen Jesse's girl friend? She's definitely more than just a beautiful soul, and my dating is my business. Besides, you forget that we've seen your boy Rory. His face is not half bad," Rory rolled her eyes, amazed at how naive Madeline was.

"Yes, Dean is attractive, but he has substance too," Madeline nodded, staring off into space. Rory knew what she was doing and nudged Madeline's shoulder.

"Stop picturing him naked," Madeline smiled, looking up at Rory.

"But it's such a nice image," She looked over Rory's shoulder, her eyes growing wide.

"Oh my gosh, Louise, he's coming!" Rory looked at them confused. She turned around and saw Logan walking towards them.

"Who? Logan?" Louise nodded, smoothing down her hair with her hands.

"Yes, that is definitely the motherload of perfection. How is my lip gloss Rory?"

"Um, glossy?"

"Perfect,"

"Hi Logan," Madeline said, the flirtiness dripping from her voice. He smiled, nodding at them. He turned to Rory, his eyes brightening slightly.

"Hey, I don't think I've met you yet," Rory nodded, fidgeting slightly with her skirt.

"Uh, no I don't think we have. I'm Rory," He extended his hand, she just looked at it for a moment, not knowing what to do. She suddenly realized that she was supposed to shake it and did so sheepishly. Madeline and Louise looked at eachother, equally surprised. Logan Huntzberger comes over to them and chooses to speak to Rory? Something was definitely wrong there, at least from their perspective. The moment ended however when Paris walked into the office, her mere presence causing people to tense up.

"Okay people, it's time to work!" She bellowed, placing several large manila folders on the table, "Rory, here's your story. Make it cheeky, touching, and put a little sizzle to it," Paris demanded, pushing the folder to Rory. She opened it, seeing that it was a story about the new fundraiser that the school was doing. She nodded to Paris and then left, anxious to start her research. However, as she was walking away someone called her name out. She turned around to see Logan coming towards her, his hand clenching a folder similar to hers.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know where Mr. Medina's room is," Rory smiled, happy that Paris hadn't given her the "favorite teacher" interview.

"Yeah, just follow me, it's on my way," He smiled, running his hand through his hair. He watched her reaction, and once again there was nothing, not even a slight blush.

"Thanks,"

"No problem, but be prepared, I'm a quick walker," He followed her, making polite small talk.

"So, do you know this Mr. Medina?"

"Yes, quite well actually," He looked at her, his interest spiked.

"Oh, really?" She could immediately tell what he was insinuating and shook her head, smiling.

"Now don't make it dirty. My mom and him dated for a while, they were actually engaged, but then it ended," Logan nodded, not knowing exactly what to say next. For such a smooth talker Logan was definitely a bit rusty.

"Well, I guess it's lucky you didn't get this piece," Rory laughed, sticking her spare hand into her pocket.

"Yeah, that could have been awkward," They didn't talk anymore until they arrived at Mr. Medina's door. She turned to him, smiling.

"Okay, here you are,"

"Thanks for the walk,"

"You're welcome," As she walked away he yelled something out to her, making her turn around.

"By the way, you're wrong?" She looked at him, confused.

"About what?" He paused, smiling.

"You're not a very fast walker,"

"Now where are you going again?" Lorelei asked, sifting through the refrigerator, trying to find something edible.

"I'm going to see Lane's band, Hep Alien," Lorelei turned to her daughter, an amused look on her face.

"Did you just say her band is Hemp Alien?"

"No, mom, it's not Hemp Alien,"

"So, Lane's band isn't named after a marijuana laced extraterrestrial?"

"No, it's hep alien, hep, like hep-atitis,"

"Oh," Lorelei said, understanding, "So like an STD infested extraterrestrial?" Rory rolled her eyes, picking up her purse.

"I am officially leaving now, bye Mom," She kissed her mother quickly on the cheek and then headed off.

"Bye hon! Make sure to tell all of Hep Alien that I said hi!"

"Will do!" Rory yelled as she closed the door. She wrapped her coat tightly around her and then headed to Jason's house, where the band was having its debut performance.

Jason's house was filled with high schoolers, which meant that it was also filled with beer and more junk food than Rory thought possible, making it the perfect place, minus the beer of course. Rory looked around, trying to find Dean. She finally found him talking to Lane, she smiled, sneaking up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, hoping to surprise him. He turned around, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her quickly, smiling down at her.

"Hi," She smiled, kissing him again.

"Hi," They turned around again, facing Lane.

"Hey Lane, sorry I missed your first set, I had newspaper stuff to deal with. How was it?" Rory asked, hoping her friend wasn't too mad for her missing it. However, Lane was too elated by the performance to be mad.

"Oh, Rory it was awesome! They loved us, I mean LOVED us! It was the most radical thing ever," Rory smiled, hugging her friend.

"I'm so happy for you Lane. When is the next set?"

"In a few minutes, meaning I better go get ready,"

"Good luck!" Rory yelled after Lane as she scurried to her drum set. She sat down, waving at Rory.

"Alright," Dave said, addressing their rowdy, yet still attentive audience, "These next few songs are originals, meaning that we wrote them. We hope you enjoy them!"

The band began to play and they played great. Dean was standing behind Rory and snaked his arms around her waist. She smiled, leaning into him. She closed her eyes but then quickly reopened them. Even though she was standing in a crowded room with Dean's arms around her, she had seen an entirely different picture when she had closed her eyes. Instead of Dean's arms around her, it was someone very different, someone who had just entered her life, Logan's. She shook her head, trying to get the vision out of her head. Guys like Logan weren't for her, they were the snotty rich kids that she tried to steer clear of. Though even she had to admit that Logan seemed different. He seemed less enamored with the whole rich kid scene, less settled. She quickly told herself to stop thinking of him, she was with Dean, that was who she should be thinking of.

The band had finished their first song and applause erupted. Rory had been so involved with her thoughts that she hadn't heard a note of the song. Dean leaned forward and spoke into her ear.

"You seem a bit preoccupied tonight. What's on your mind,"

"Nothing," She said, removing all thoughts of Logan from her mind, "nothing,"

A/N: I hope that you liked it! I promise some ROGAN is coming up, but you're going to have to wait a little. Sorry! Once again, chapter three will be up on either Friday or Saturday! REMEMBER TO REVIEW, your feedback really motivates me, so push that purple button!